His features relax again, yet I’m still staring at him completely flabbergasted.
Grumpy and growly Matteo is a sight to behold and absolute fire, but laughing and happy Matteo is blindingly gorgeous. Whereas the first version of him can get my panties wet with a glance, this new version of him dissolves them into thin air.
His free hand reaches for my face, his thumb brushing against my lips. Tracing them, seducing them, taking ownership of them like he has every right to do so.
My body tingles, anticipating a kiss that never comes because he stops his delicious assault.
Instead, he turns me toward one side of the shed and points at the gray container sitting right there.
I tilt my head and stare down the length of it. “Is that . . . is that a shipping container?”
“Yes.”
“Why on earth do you have a freaking shipping container in your shed?”
He shrugs. “I don’t want anyone knowing it’s here.”
“Does that actually make sense to you?”
“Yes.”
Blinking at him, I shake my head. “Okay. So what did you want to show me?”
He points at the shipping container.
I still can’t believe there’s a fucking shipping container in here. Who does something like that?
“You wanted to show me the container?” I’m getting more confused by the minute. And slightly annoyed too, but that might be due to not having had any food or caffeine yet.
The look he gives me is his pissy,Stop being stupidlook. Maybe I deserve it, maybe not. Or maybe Matteo can work on his communication skills. Now there’s a great idea.
“Come on.” He pulls me after him once more and opens the door that leads into the container.
I dig in my heels and stare at him when he turns around. “You’re not going to lock me in there or do something equally creepy, right?”
“I don’t remember you being like this in the morning.”
“Like what?”
Ignoring me, he yanks me into the container with a hard tug.
The lights go on automatically, and it takes me a moment to scan our surroundings because, holy crap. “Is this what I think it is?”
Matteo huffs. “If you think it’s a shooting range, then yes.”
“Wow.” I do a three-sixty, still unable to believe what I’m seeing.
“Right?” He gives me a knowing grin before he jerks his chin toward a small sectioned-off area on one end of the container. “Okay, let’s get you all set up.”
I follow him and watch him boot up some kind of system for the range on a computer, before getting two guns out of a gun safe. This man is full of surprises.
Once he has everything he wants, he gestures for me to come closer. “You’ve never shot a gun before, have you?”
“How did you know?”
He purses his lips. “Just a guess, being the Mafia princess in her ivory tower and all.”
Ah, that again.